You’re in your childhood home. Your third-grade teacher is there. So is Beyoncé. And for some reason, you’re eating spaghetti with a raccoon who’s also your therapist. Totally normal dream stuff. But here’s the wild part: while it’s happening, it all feels real. Like, real real. So real that when you wake up, you’re emotionally… Read More »Why Do Dreams Feel So Real? (Even When They Make Zero Sense)